New Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

New



fruit ripe and plucked
as new.
Child born and nurtured
as new.
New things, are they
not beautiful? Then
why say that beautiful
things are not yet
born.
Tell me that most beautiful things
are not born yet because
i have seen beautiful and more beautiful things.
Oh! I see, you lack spirit of
contention.

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